Eight years later... "How are those pancakes coming along for table four?" "There almost done Monica. Here's that salad for table two though." "Thank you" I took the salad and put it on my tray, along with a glass of orange juice and a blueberry muffin from the display case. As I turned back around from the display case to find Mike staring at my tray. "Yeess?" He blinked twice before opening his mouth